07-24-2014, 06:12 AM
As the days went by, Astien treated more and more people. Walking all over town day in and day out was exhausting, and murder on his feet, but he was helping people and making money at the same time. He was feeling very ragged, though. He was eating less from always being out, and he ha yet to buy appropriate winter wear, exposing himself to the cold. He was sleeping less, too. He had been growing pale, and he was sure he had a cold, but there was work to be done, same as ever. He hadn't seen much of Cormac lately, and every night when he went back to the inn, he found Cormac passed out on some random piece of furniture. He felt so bad keeping him so worried.
"Hey Cormac." Thorne called. "You look a lot like someone I used to know. Was your mother's name Moira, by any chance?"
"Hey Cormac." Thorne called. "You look a lot like someone I used to know. Was your mother's name Moira, by any chance?"
I'm just here for a laugh
